Well well. Seems that, despite eleventy-eleven indictments for everything from overdue library books to wearing a bad hairpiece in public, Trump only beat every other GOP-lite candidate, combined, in the Iowa Cornbowl.
Fourth-place finisher Ramalamadingdong, who only trailed Trump by 43 percentage points (more than the tally totals of Jeb #2 and Jeb #3 combined), has ejected from further headfirst smashes into the brick wall, rolled over, and kissed Trump's ass, in the bid to become the next Veep running mate.
That worked for Kamala Kneepads in 2020. No word on whether Ramalamadingdong plans on stocking up on Chapstick to duplicate that feat.
None of that means fuck-all for the actual 2024 election. Team Poopypants' continued Keep-Him-The-Hell-Away-From-Live-Microphones-For-Another-Year strategy, a carbon-copy of the 2020 plan, points to the re-deployment of another massive Election Steal apparatus in 2024, except likely a necessary order of magnitude larger, to counteract what looks to be an actual 70-30 Biden drubbing, were a conventional (read "factual, free, and honest") election to be held this year.
It won't be.
My prediction of what happens in 2024 is a re-do of 2020:
Biden "wins" again this time, improving on his 81M imaginary votes from 2020, with a final score of Biden 972%, and Trump 49%. Nothing to see here. Move along.
An actual election scares hell out of both parties, because they know who'd win that. Just like he did the last two times. They're morons, but they're not complete idiots.
The Deep State would hold a motorcade for Trump in Dallas the day he wins the nomination, and the GOP would donate the convertible for him to ride in before that would happen. The FBI and CIA can be relied upon to supply the Usual Book Depository Spectators, as they both have some wee experience with that sort of thing.
But in the meantime, the spectacle of Trump single-handedly upending the entire assembled crew of GOPe midgets, every single time it's tried, is heartwarming, in that it sets the poo-flinging monkeys from both wings of the Uniparty (that would be just about all of them) to digging in their diapers for more offerings to throw at President Trump, and highlights the desperation and blatant frothingly mad depths of shrieking hysteria to which they'll happily succumb, in their ceaseless quest to keep their jackboots on the neck of the American people.
The election season is merely kabuki theater in service of that end, despite the fact that it's proving as effective at stopping Trump from regaining the presidency as were rules changes in stopping Jonathan E. in Rollerball.
The real fun starts, in both instances, five minutes after the show is over, outside the arena.
Stock up on canned goods: both the #10 and olive drab variety.
You're gonna need them.
And maybe this time, ignore the media's attempt to usurp coronation rights of their selectee, contrary to all reality.